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Throwback Thursday: Meeting Eve


This post was first written on May 13. Then I forgot about it before revisiting until now.

I took Tallula to meet one of my heroes tonight. We sat as close as possible on the end of the row on the left side. I nursed her while waiting for our friend to join us. It would soon be her bedtime. But she was too excited to sleep. Perhaps it was my heart beating in excitement and anticipation keeping her awake. Or the other women chatting around us. Because it was mostly women in the audience.

In preparing for our night out I wanted to choose the best book to bring for Eve to sign. She was on her book tour for her memoir, In the Body of the World. I have all of her books, with the exception of Necessary Targets. And I’ve misplaced my copy of The Vagina Monologues Ali got for me when I tried to organize a show in Switzerland in 2005.

Eve read from her book and spoke on many things. Forgiveness: Transformative vs transactive. She spoke about Chemotherapy and the irony of her cancer. She spoke about City of Joy and V-Day. I should have taken notes because today, I can’t fill is those blanks.

As I waited in line to meet her I wondered what I would say. ‘I just want to say thank you. This book is for my daughter Tallula so I can give it to her when she is older and tell her about hearing you speak when she was just nearly 10months old. I organized and directed a show in London.’ She seemed surprised. Forgot to mention time period. Just waiting in line to meet her, my heart was beating out of my chest. I wanted to say the right thing. ‘It was one of the best things I have ever done. That show changed my life. You changed my life.’

After my friend E had her books signed, eve turned to both of us and said You are awesome, you both are. And gave us a thumbs up. It was awesome.

She was smaller than I imagined with her larger than life personality. I wanted to shake her hand. I wanted to hug her. I feel so lucky to have heard her speak. And to have met her. And someday, when Tallula is old enough, she will hear all about our evening with Eve and feel lucky too.